Everyone that plays Heavy Rain makes the same question: Why didn't any of the fathers call the police as soon as they got the shoe box with the origami figures inside? That way they would be able to save their kids without any trouble, right? Based on this question, I created this fanfiction which will show what would have possibly happened if Ethan ever called the police. As such, the fanfic basically starts in the "Paparazzi" chapter. The Killer's identity wasn't revealed yet.

I hope you guys like it and, please, preview =)

Wednesday

7:31 AM

1.700 inches

Ethan Mars was at his table, desolated for what had happened. Losing his first son, Jason, had already been too much for him to handle and now they were taking the other one! How did it even happen? He was right by the carousel; Shaun couldn't have suddenly vanished like that!

Yet, he did. And now here he was: Ethan Mars, blaming himself for what had happened without even fully understanding what had happened. Damnit, he didn't even sleep at night, how could he? And now these goddamn reporters were outside, waiting for him to show up and answer their questions.

Allowing himself to pick up the letter he received yesterday, he read it again:

When the parents came home from church, all their children were gone.

They searched and called them, they cried and begged but it was all to no avail.

The children have never been seen again.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Did the killer know him? Was that an advice sent to him so he could have a chance to save his son?

Tears started rolling down his cheek. His blackout… His fucking blackout made him unable to protect his son, the person he loved the most in the world. Right after he fell into darkness, Shaun-

He took a deep breath. Fuck, what if he was the Origami Killer?

No; it couldn't be. He would never hurt his son, he couldn't have done anything to him, he would never… Shit, he saw the Origami Figure in his hand, he felt it… He…

He grabbed the envelope once again and stared at it, without knowing what to do. It was when he saw something inside it and picked it up.

It was a ticket. A ticket to a subway station luggage locker. He had to check what was in there. He just knew it. He felt it.

Getting up, Ethan went to the backyard. Hell, there was no way he would face the reporters. The Goddamn reporters.